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At that moment, Wei Zheng rushed forward. He grabbed Fang Hui and pulled her behind him, coldly saying, "Xiao Yang, I really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to be so irresponsible."
"I used to think you were a good person, but it turns out you're just like those other men—just a scumbag."
"You've grown tired of Xiao Hui and want to ditch her for someone younger. I've seen through you."
Xiao Yang looked at Wei Zheng, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes. This time, he didn’t choose silence; instead, he stepped forward and punched Wei Zheng.
"Shut the hell up!" Xiao Yang shouted. "You think you can just say whatever you want without consequences?"
Wei Zheng didn’t expect Xiao Yang to hit him. Once he realized what had happened, he angrily tried to retaliate. Xiao Yang tilted his head and dodged the attack.
"You’re the real third party here! Fang Hui has never liked you; she likes me," Wei Zheng said in frustration.
"You’re nothing but a stand-in; the one Fang Hui truly cares about is me."
"Is that so?" Xiao Yang sneered. "If that's the case, then why have you always tried to compete with me?"
"What?" Wei Zheng's expression changed.
"Since college, you've always wanted to outdo me, trying to be better at everything," Xiao Yang said coldly as he stared at Wei Zheng. "Deep down, you're insecure because the person you like doesn't return your feelings."
"You're talking nonsense." Wei Zheng's face darkened as he felt exposed.
"Nonsense?" Xiao Yang laughed coldly. "Are you brave enough to say you’ve never seen me as a substitute?"
"You can't say it because deep down, you know Fang Hui loves someone else."
"Shut up!" Wei Zheng was completely enraged. "You’re the substitute; Fang Hui likes me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Hui suddenly rushed forward and slapped Wei Zheng across the face.
"Shut up! Xiao Yang is not a substitute," Fang Hui said with red-rimmed eyes.
Wei Zheng was publicly scolded and humiliated by Fang Hui, his face burning with shame. He shot them a fierce glare before turning to leave.
Fang Hui watched his retreating figure, a flicker of regret flashing in her eyes. She turned to Xiao Yang and said softly, "Xiao Yang, believe me, I never saw you as a substitute."
"I don’t have real feelings for Wei Zheng either. I just spoke out of anger earlier."
"Please give me another chance."
Xiao Yang looked at Fang Hui coldly, as if she were a stranger. "There are no chances left," he replied flatly. "Fang Hui, there’s no possibility for us anymore."
"No, there is still a possibility between us," Fang Hui insisted, urgently grasping his hand. "As long as you’re willing to forgive me, we can still make it work."
"Forgive you?" Xiao Yang scoffed as if he had heard a joke. "Fang Hui, everything you’re doing now only makes me feel disgusted."
"No, please don’t," Fang Hui shook her head frantically. "I don’t want you to feel disgusted by me."
Xiao Yang said nothing more; he simply took his junior sister and left. He didn’t even glance back at Fang Hui.
He took his junior sister out for a meal to apologize. She maintained a positive attitude, smiling and saying it was no big deal.
Xiao Yang thought Fang Hui would give up and stop showing up. However, to his surprise, she continued to deliver items to the research institute and laboratory every day. Sometimes it was milk tea; other times it was desserts.
Xiao Yang looked at those items with no change in expression. He no longer needed them.
A week later, the mentor and team members were scheduled to go to the television station for an interview.
Just as Xiao Yang and the others were about to get into the car, an anonymous package was delivered to Xiao Yang. He opened it to find a suit inside. It was his size and the style he loved.
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